Chapter 679 – Three Emperors of Martial World (2)

Mount Hua Sect Leader’s Living Sword had given wings to Jeong Yeon-shin’s movements. He had climbed to the hill of world’s greatest very early, and perhaps he might be able to eliminate a great threat.

‘Even if it’s only temporary strength…’

It didn’t matter if it wasn’t his original martial power.

Because without the martial arts he had built up until now, this battle couldn’t have even begun.

Originally he had planned to slowly secure time through factional warfare, but a battle worth betting on luck had been established.

Like Enter The Divine Sword piercing Fighting God as if seeping into space at this moment.

Bang!

A large fist received and blocked Enter The Divine Sword’s blade like a hammer. Power pouring in like a tsunami with the momentum to simply shatter the sword. Strangely, there was no shockwave at all, yet it was fist power on par with the greatest external cultivation master.

‘Urgh.’

The sword blade was pushed back from the strike point like a lever, and Jeong Yeon-shin nearly dropped the hilt for a moment. It was natural. Fighting God’s explosive force always reminded him of Literary Star.

Then the lower part of his vision was tinged with bluish light. Immediately after first swinging Enter The Divine Sword in an upper stance, he was striking upward with Formless Sword Starry Night with an extremely minute time difference.

Instantly, Fighting God’s fist that had pushed Enter The Divine Sword to the end spread wide and grabbed the blade. Then striking down like hammering was one technique.

Crash!

It was movement like a street ruffian causing trouble at a market stall, yet ripples spreading semi-transparently like a tsunami. The sharp tips of surrounding stone pillars were cleanly shaved flat.

Jeong Yeon-shin, falling palely after being swung with Enter The Divine Sword by the giant, felt the crippled man’s knee surging up off-beat. It was a knee strike that even distorted space with a wobble.

In an instant, Starry Night spun with a whirring sound, then was caught in reverse grip in Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand and struck downward.

Clang!

Bright blue sparks burst from Fighting God’s thigh. It was a defensive technique suppressing the knee with Judgement Qilin’s overwhelming speed.

But there was no penetration. The stone pillar Fighting God stood on was also unharmed. As if invisible internal energy barriers had swallowed all impacts.

‘This is defensive energy?’

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes widened slightly.

“Hot to the bone.”

It was when low laughter struck his forehead. Fighting God’s voice continued.

“It would be dangerous to take several hits.”

A rough hand yanked Enter The Divine Sword. An absolutely irresistible force.

Jeong Yeon-shin immediately released the hilt and landed bouncing on the opposite stone pillar with Void Stepping. Because he must not allow Fighting God ultra-close combat.

“……!”

As soon as his gaze rose, he witnessed Fighting God’s smiling face. Enter The Divine Sword that he had briefly yielded to him was about to break in his rock-like hands.

Divine Art Secret Technique

Fan Dragon Flower Treading Technique 

The long blade trembled, then suddenly spat out transparent shockwaves and leaped from Fighting God’s grasp. Stone fragments were swept up in fierce gales, hazily coloring all eight directions.

‘This works?’

Jeong Yeon-shin was lightly surprised even after accomplishing it himself.

He had activated mind-controlled sword of such power without gripping it with his hands. It was the realm of making all things under heaven into weapons.

Since three luminous wheels amplified the upper energy center’s spirituality with synchronized energy waves, it was obviously the efficacy of luminous wheel unification.

What would happen if the three layers truly merged into one, rather than moving simultaneously? Even imperfect unification was to this degree.

Crash!

Enter The Divine Sword burst dozens of ripples while making a large turn in the sky. With deafening roars like consecutive thunder. Movement immediately piercing long into Fighting God’s crown.

Clang!

A giant palm struck Enter The Divine Sword away to a distant place. If it hadn’t been filled with true energy through Energy Control Sword Charging, it would have shattered at this moment.

Not only power but even reaction speed seemed to move alone in the world, yet Jeong Yeon-shin narrowed his eyes at a different scene.

‘Again no aftereffects.’

The stone pillar supporting Fighting God.

It had maintained its original form from beginning until now. Fighting God hadn’t even taken a single step while facing Jeong Yeon-shin.

The realm of pouring even the aftereffects and recoil of hand techniques onto the opponent.

Once, Desolate Fortress Lord had swallowed even the opponent’s explosive force with wind-like swordplay. Against none other than Sichuan’s Pure Demon Alliance Leader.

Perhaps Fighting God and Desolate Fortress Lord had already reached human limits, and because they could wield power beyond what was permitted to humans, they were transcendent beings.

Suddenly a thick sound transmission spread through his mind.

—You’re thinking. Planning to die?

Fighting God was bringing his face close. He had arrived at terrifying speed before anyone knew. His vision was filled with Yao tribe’s characteristic rough skin.

[Heaven Breaking.]

The moment he grabbed the front robe before his eyes with his right hand, Fighting God’s elbow fell on his crown. A strike without warning like common rockfall.

Crash!

It was force that struck while chewing and swallowing Jeong Yeon-shin’s characteristic aggressive defensive energy rebound.

Instantly, translucent radiance was drawn down to Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand as he staggered and lost balance. The moment Fighting God’s defensive energy was slightly peeled forward like robe fabric.

“……!”

Light that had rushed through dozens of bends in the mountain of stone pillars pierced Fighting God’s back.

Thud!

Shockwaves rippling in circles like a lake.

At the same time, blood explosively spurted while taking the form of a long hilt. Because blood had been painted over Enter The Divine Sword.

A moment of silence fell.

“…That strange fist technique with mind-controlled sword, Energy Control Sword Charging, internal energy doubling method, worldly yet auspicious true energy…”

Fighting God glanced at the sword tip protruding from his abdomen, then smiled with great satisfaction.

“The culmination of all techniques. Your martial arts also have many twists.”

Jeong Yeon-shin couldn’t answer.

Rising from the shock that shook his brain came first. When Fighting God gripped Enter The Divine Sword’s tip and pulled the entire hilt out with a crack from his abdomen, Jeong Yeon-shin’s body was slowly wrapping itself in colorless translucent lotus flowers.

‘Brilliant River, Ultimate Thunder.’

Meanwhile, the entire stone mountain was already surrounded by bluish Taiji.

The center of Southern Splendor Radiant Taji.

Activating Radiant Taji techniques like Enter The Dao Transcend Together or Silent Radiance Sword Constellation was premature. Even peerless masters didn’t reveal Transcendent Martial Art in every battle. Because if they couldn’t certainly kill, they could only self-destruct from the backlash.

Tap, taptap.

Sounds like firewood crumbling rang quietly.

Atop tall stone pillars. They were at close range from each other.

Suddenly their bodies became hazily transparent in place without warning.

Whoosh!

Was it because his mind was confused?

The battle that unfolded from the next moment didn’t enter Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind. He only moved hazily as if swimming through a dream himself.

Groan! Bang!

He endured Fighting God’s striking fist with Starry Night, then was bounced away. The residual energy waves that violently vibrated even his hand bones were burned inside the formless sword for a moment. Jeong Yeon-shin trampled between pillars in just two steps and shot toward Fighting God.

Clang! Bang!

At the same time, Enter The Divine Sword rushed in like lightning once more, striking Fighting God’s shoulder directly, then slashing Starry Night into that point’s tremendous shockwave. In an instant, Fighting God who had bounced to burrow into a distant stone pillar’s base burst into mad laughter.

“Fastest under heaven…! Come!”

Crash!

Jeong Yeon-shin striking down diagonally like a meteor at that point. Soon colliding with Fighting God and racing vertically up the stone pillar. Countless trajectories wove pale harsh winds.

Clang! Bang! Rumble!

It was a feast of all martial principles.

Fighting God’s hands fell as if to crush everything, then withdrew from Starry Night while striking the air behind, and the shockwaves spreading from there disturbed Jeong Yeon-shin’s balance. He already completely understood how to respond to world’s greatest speed.

Fist and palm angles were segmented into thousands of trajectories, falling and surging. It was blade paths blocking all techniques of Thunder-Annihilation Sword Style and Eternal Blossom Fist.

No fixed techniques.

There were no set techniques.

Each time, Jeong Yeon-shin dropped controlled swords from all directions like lightning, and as soon as Fighting God’s hands and feet deflected, he struck up all body vital points with Starry Night. When defensive energy seemed to interfere, he tore it apart with Heaven Breaking and struck with Myriad Heavens Flower Rain’s stone fragments.

Pure martial arts competition.

The achievements Fighting God had built up felt like the northern Great Wall blocking his view.

‘Dangerous.’

Very dizzy.

It was as if fog had settled in his mind.

Counterattacks succeeded with each exchange, but because his opponent was Fighting God, he paid a price every moment. Absurdly heavy recoil was accumulating in his body.

Energy waves. That is, explosive force vibrations.

Striking with appropriate energy operation matching techniques was explosive force, but Fighting God’s every movement was endlessly variable while accompanied by Literary Star-level energy waves.

Meanwhile, the presences beginning to gather nearby were also problematic. Faintly heard from afar.

“What is that…!”

“Lord Jeong!”

Those who had arrived despite being told not to come. There were quite a few masters difficult to ignore even with Jeong Yeon-shin’s martial arts. Not an exaggeration to say all the world’s jianghu had gathered.

‘They’re all allies.’

Yet somehow at this moment, each one felt like Fighting God’s chaotic battle weapons. Beings he could pluck with his large hands anytime to use for disrupting the situation.

Whooom!

Energy waves as if the sky was overturning.

Layered internal energy vibrations surrounded the vicinity like bamboo groves. They had no intention of hiding their own manifestation.

‘No good.’

Other enemies might be one thing, but not Fighting God.

He was said to enjoy clear disadvantage even before worthy opponents. The god of battle who would certainly achieve victory by grasping and wielding nearby weaklings if equal-level masters were before him. That’s why he’s Fighting God.

[Please don’t come.]

The intention he barely pushed out was the end. Did it have any effect? No other variables intervened.

Bang! Clang! Rumble!

Even time’s flow was repeatedly cut by sword strikes then accelerated by sword winds. When the surroundings had darkened wasn’t even perceived, and thoughts developed only through energy sensation poured toward Fighting God like a tsunami.

Until then, no opening to deploy Radiant Taiji emerged. The upper energy center’s subconscious sensed it so. The opponent was the being most seasoned in battle under heaven.

“You also have the qualities to dominate battlefields.”

Fighting God said within the harsh wind.

“You absolutely won’t move toward allies. If you had gotten even slightly closer, I would have used them easily.”

“…Seeking death.”

Instantly Jeong Yeon-shin’s senses became clear as if hit by ice water. The surroundings transformed into ruins were reflected clearly in his eyes, and on one side was a roughly scattered iron chest. It was still a box with fishy smell flowing out.

Sunset was pouring transparently.

It was already evening.

Jeong Yeon-shin had never carried any battle this long. Though both sides were deeply versed in short decisive battles, it was the first time each didn’t allow the other fatal openings.

“This is the end.”

Fighting God, covered in blood all over, said.

It was unclear talk.

Whether he felt Jeong Yeon-shin’s luminous wheels beginning to lose Living Sword unification, or it was talk that one round of play was enough.

“Qian-ling’s interference bothered me throughout. I couldn’t know what hardships the clansmen who died to you experienced.”

“……”

Jeong Yeon-shin was silent atop the ruins, and Fighting God suddenly drew the iron chest with void grasping technique and held it in one hand.

Hiss—

How dense internal power had he concentrated? The chest crumbled on its own and poured down transformed into gray iron powder.

What remained was some gourd bottle.

“Mare’s milk wine. The old Yuan Dynasty fellows enjoyed it, they say. Those without homelands.”

The foul smell grew thicker, but Jeong Yeon-shin’s face was indifferent. Because he had known from the start it wasn’t blood smell.

Fighting God suddenly asked.

“I said Southern Emperor raised me. Do you acknowledge it if I harbor resentment toward you?”

“…Of course.”

“I’ll ask again. When you beheaded Southern Emperor, did you truly not harbor a single point of resentment toward Southern Emperor?”

Fighting God’s questioning was persistent, and Jeong Yeon-shin slowly shook his head. Before he knew it, blood of unknown origin was dripping from Enter The Divine Sword gripped instead of Starry Night.

“There was resentment, but I intended to spare him if he surrendered. Southern Emperor didn’t accept.”

“That’s sufficient.”

Then Fighting God raised the gourd bottle to the sky.

“For the dead emperor.”

“……”

Jeong Yeon-shin silently watched that appearance. Because he couldn’t know the opponent’s intent.

“Just now was minor hardship.”

“Minor hardship?”

“The grudge between you and me is private, but the problems the world faces are not so. Personally, I harbor great resentment only for Southern Emperor’s death. Therefore I…”

“Speak.”

“Under the sky where an old friend watches, acknowledging you…”

Fighting God said while slowly lowering the gourd bottle he had roughly lifted toward the ground.

“I will become better than you.”

Wine poured down with gushing sounds.